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... the altar.
After letting his blood for two consecutive months, his figure was more gaunt and frail than ever. His once-dazzling long silver hair was now dry and dull, and his face was so deathly pale it looked as if a gust of wind could knock him over.
Beneath the altar, a distorted, black-hole-like vortex churned. From high above, it resembled a giant eye slowly opening, greedily watching all of creation. Countless malevolent wisps of Black Qi flew out from the Eye of the Ruins, ...
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